The strange parallel Evey was losing her grip on consciousness, Aidan watched her already dim eyes go completely blank before they fluttered like disturbed moths away from a bare bulb and rolled up into her head.
He caught her before she sagged too far and lifted her into his arms. There was no attention paid to anybody who might have been watching, he didn't care. Even though she wasn't his Evey, the one he had just seen last night, she was still Evey Hammond. There was still something inside of him that tugged toward her. Wanting to keep her safe. Something that loved her.
If he'd had any lingering doubts about it being her, the exhalation of his name on the last wind of her breath destroyed them. She knew him. Her singular word had told him everything he wanted to know about their prior interactions. She knew him, they'd met at the very least. More, likely. Where had she come from, though? When? These he needed answers to.
He could only hope that his Evey, the Evey he had sought here, would forgive him for not finding her. For taking this Evey into his arms and carrying her to a place where the other had not yet been. Aidan knew that his apartment was the only safe place they could speak, and the only place that they could have privacy. The hospital was... well. She wouldn't like that at all, if he had any knowledge of Evey Hammond, and he did.
Carrying her in his arms as if she were a child, Aidan took her to the Manchester. The man at the door held it open for him, and did not even seem to be bothered by the woman unconscious. It was not easy to maneuver his keys out of his pocket, but Aidan managed. He took her to the couch and lowered her gently onto it, finding a blanket to cover her with, getting a glass of water for when she woke up. He quickly checked her vital signs, assuring himself that she'd just fainted and not something worse, and then he went to the kitchen to make her something to nibble on in case she wanted it.
He would just have to wait for her to wake on her own.